My husband is taking an impromptu trip to a city far, far away.  This means that for 24 hours, I will essentially be on my own.

This is momentous.  (And mildly terrifying.)

Y'all that aren't living with your significant others (because they live at a stable, amirite?) might not get the full gravity of this situation.  Twenty-four full hours where my opinion is the deciding factor.  The only factor.  That, and how much money I've got in the bank.

So I might go to a tack store.

Three-ish hours away.  But I'm a fast driver.  That also means that I'm a speeding, inconsiderate driver.

This particular tack store is the one to which I compare all others.  It's huge.  Enormous.  If it's like I remember (and memory tends to inflate), it's just wall to wall of every horse-related thing imaginable, with a gearing towards hunter/jumper and even a section for horse-theme furniture.  A separate room for saddles and jumps.

The other alternative to this is another tattoo.  :)